No one seems to be tired of dancing
To the one strange unfamiliar tune of oppression and gluttony.
The wealthy sought life with their wealth;
The poor and the tired heaped out of the way
Forsaking their dreams for derision and deprivation.
In the pupils of tomorrow’s teens,
A colourless rainbow dwells
Signifying promises of death and calamity.
Our systems continue to deteriorate
Making tomorrow a clueless puzzle
And today a ridiculous riddle.
The wicked thrives and plunders,
Drinking the wine of violence,
As the needy suffer with their strengths squandered in misery.
Music albums litter the streets
To be rendered in funerals’ services of songs.
Fathers and mothers are robbed of tears
One by one, their children drown in their fears.
The famine, the drought
Lingers on the road
Supporting the tortured remnants of the flesh
That spirits crave bitterly for liberation and levitation.
Those with hope so little
Walk in their shadows with poverty at heart;
Seeking havens to escape being belittled.
Endemically, rape escalates in velocity and gravity
Polluting innocent ovaries of lasses
To spawn embryos of chaos and disaster.
The belt of morality is worn out
With youths going madly naked
In the name of fashion and modernization.
Even adults cover their faces in shame
To have spared the rod and …
Homes knowing not what it means to dress glamorously
Find delight wearing their dignified rags in secret
To avert disgrace and abasement
Thus, adhering to the cliché:
‘Cut your coat as it best fits you’.
Gravid clouds weep in anger
Resulting to the tornadoes and cyclones we already know
With humanity trailing the path of darkness and doom;
Making mortality rate all we have to calculate.
In the slums we all tend to ignore,
People live as though they deserve no life;
Some caresses their beds and pillows at dusk,
Wishing to never wake into this reality of acrimony and pain.
The broken bones can never be made whole!
The talented corpses can never possess a goal!
The weak, the strong
Languishes in the morgue
Caused by the God-awful quake of yesterday
And like the gypsies of the West,
Never to return to the land of the living.
Our old retire to stupor
With thoughts flowing down memory lane;
Singing long forgotten melodies
To avoid sleeping and never to wake.
Our dead who have always refused to die
Sniffles dust and disgust
With scent of roses laid in their memory
Eroded by the virulent odour of our guilty spittle.
The smiling full moon now frowns
As twilight flags caution calls
To whoever has eyes and can see
That evil lies at every nook and cranny
Waiting for whom to detain and devour.
Militia trained to guard lives and property
Are now pugnacious puppets to political kingpins,
Fermenting the embers of injustice and ill-justice
To scare the living day light out of our fragile veins.
All is wearied and worried
Knowing not the profitability of evolution;
Mankind thrives unkindly in odium
Only for our hope to be kindled by faith and beliefs
In seeing the dawn of a different tomorrow
With a wiser and prudent you and I in it.
Our God, our creator,
To you we kneel in homage
Announcing the lurking bitterness in our hearts
That these twists in reality
Become a blessing in disguise for all of humanity.